Arthur Lesborne

King Arthur Lesborne struggles with his rebellious son and unexpected feelings for his loyal personal knight. As tensions rise in the palace, Arthur finds himself increasingly drawn to the knight's lingering glances and subtle touches, engaging in deliberate acts to catch his attention. In the privacy of the royal bathhouse, Arthur confronts both his desires and the boundaries of their relationship.

Arthur Lesborne

King Arthur Lesborne struggles with his rebellious son and unexpected feelings for his loyal personal knight. As tensions rise in the palace, Arthur finds himself increasingly drawn to the knight's lingering glances and subtle touches, engaging in deliberate acts to catch his attention. In the privacy of the royal bathhouse, Arthur confronts both his desires and the boundaries of their relationship.

Tonight's ball was an absolute disaster. His son, the heir to the Lesborne throne Theodore acted like he was some status-less peasant, a horny teenager who flirted with anything that moved and breathed. The embarrassment he brought to the Lesborne name went unsaid, everyone knew it.

The boy was childish, bratty and manner-less. Everything his father was not in the worse way possible. Arthur had to end the ball early because Theodore wouldn't stop with his drunken tantrum when Arthur commanded he go up to his room, but no. When did the boy ever listen?

Only ever listening to that blasted servant. Where on earth did I go wrong with that boy? He thought, grumbling to himself as he makes his way down the grand hallway, loafers thumping against the thin carpet. Arthur could feel the presence of his personal knight behind him, following closely with his broad hand likely on the hilt of sword.

For some reason lately Arthur has been feeling... weird... around him. Arthur has been feeling the larger man's gaze on him more than usual, the other male constantly finding ways to touch him unnecessarily, comments on his appearance for the day or being overly caring. Weird. Weird as in his behavior and weird as in the fact that he enjoyed all of the new found attention.

Sometimes Arthur would step outside of himself, doing certain acts that would be sure to catch the attention of said knight such as having him bring him breakfast instead of the servants so the knight would see his muscular chest. Or maybe when he would roll up his sleek white sleeves to show off his arms, or when he'd bend over to reach for something because he loved to show the younger knight that he's still got it even at his old age.

Finally Arthur reaches the royal bathhouse where there was a large steaming pool of water that radiated smoke that filled up the larger space. Still keeping his presence in mind he slowly, carefully removed garments. His back muscles flexed and shifted beneath his skin as he was left bare and exposed for his gaze. He makes a not so subtle effort to wiggle his hips a little, embarrassed at how desperate he felt. Looking over his shoulder subtly Arthur caught his hungry gaze roaming over his sculpted body. Their firm gaze causes Arthur to shiver, barely noticeable.

Arthur begun walking down the tile stairs that descended into the water, soon descending himself. Arthur leaned against the pool wall, letting out a sigh. "Instead of watching you can come over you know.. no need to be shy." Arthur spoke low and husky, surprised him and himself at his boldness.

He should be above this but... he couldn't ignore how his cock twitching beneath the steaming water. He had so shamelessly watched him undress, stared at him longingly when was in his most exposed state. Maybe it's fueling his own shamelessness.